Trash would get out. Just the simple fact of our Being caused detritus in our local ontic field. Throw in utterance and the issues only cascaded and reverberated in a Null field.

about disciplining his children. While he was out in the yard bathing the dog they got into his closet and tried on all his favorite dresses; Herset, the closet guardian would

"Sure. Sure." The rat said with a smirk. "I understand all too well what it means to let others die while you escape. You just want to live." I backed away. "N-no I...didn't mean-"

"Actually, that was my recommendation," answered Professor Loomis when nobody asked. He entered the press conference (already in progress), zig zagging his way through reporters.

Cheetahs used their power against me. Perhaps they wanted multitudinous recliners for themselves. I'd like to say it's a battle for lionkind, but I'm just doing it for myself.

. The banality I could always fake, if pressed to, but so far there was more than enough banality to go around. Which left us with one one flimsy epistemological Sword of Damocles,

making light of an otherwise dark situation. In a flash, I had a bright idea! A filament of my imagination LED to the ultimate fluorescence, dramatically changing all the lit areas

concerned when we forgot our Folding. The scratchy chill hit us then. Tick, tick, tick-tock, yo! Damn! Head down that green hall under the barrow. The skulls shouldn't concern you.

It was strange, they would listen to machinery grinding while jumping up and down wildly. The kids praised car crash and Michael Bay explosions. This was a religion?!

assembled this Ikea missile silo me and Raul just bought for the wedding reception. Don't worry, he paid using his stepdad's work expense card. Are you stoned? Dammit Lonny! You

It was Spring. I dressed for Spring. So did she. We went to the mountain. She dance around and sang about the hills being alive with music. Winter came. She had Winter clothing. I

pattern not seen since Etruscan A went extinct when the last speaker of the house died. I am the curtain of your moon come to rub it in. I do not question my role nor do I simply

Before he could finish the trap door beneath collapsed and he fell through the stage. Through his bellow he could hear the audience realize it had been duped. The snakepit below

It was followed by another fancier ketchup bottle. That one in turn, was followed by a very slow moving catsup bottle called Anticipation. Tomatoed by Tommy Tomato and a Roma crew.

whole class knew how I felt about being shunned in emails. I was older, wiser now, and found myself feeling very brave that day as noted by the casual swiveling.

under the impression that their annual trip around the world was still a go. Passengers watched in awe as the mighty reindeer pulled the wrecked sleigh and their plane up into the

Then I screamed as well. Loudly and without warning. My coworkers turned into prairie dogs then Whack-a-Moles. I explained I saw shadows. "What kind of shadows," asked Lloyd from

to twice their original size, which made me forget about thanking Mr. Dung Beetle, and instead fret about his freakishly large compound eyes. Oh well; at least he'd helped me prep

of onieronologists jumped into action. One started by striking a small gong to alert the Sleeper he was now a Dreamer. Just to be sure another said an agreed upon Dream word.

writhing across my skin where the bee's venom entered my bloodstream. I kept trying to beat my wings to the beat of the buzzing. I, of course, didn't have wings. It didn't care. An